Stuck to the front door of the Echolls residence

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

There is an envelope marked "Logan" in neat cursive and taped to the front door of the Echolls house.

Whoever put it there rang the doorbell once before getting in her new car and driving back to school leaving.

If one were to open the envelope, they would find a letter, which ( reads... )

[ooc: I'm going to trust that Barbossa and/or Jake wouldn't read this letter, even though there's nothing really stopping them.]

[ETA: Rory left the letter right after she got back to school - about 11:30 FHT on Saturday night.]

Perkolator - Saturday night, after moonrise.

[medusae-x.livejournal.com]

After a rather interesting evening at home, Duce heads to the coffeeshop with a pensive frown on her face. Murmurring her order to a barrista, she takes a steaming, frothy hot cup of something extremely caffeinated over to a table and slouches into a chair. Blowing at the steam, she taps her fingers on the side of the mug as if counting something off.

((ooc: RP=OK - edit: I lie. It's 3am where I live, and I must pass out now. If there are posts to this, the responses will be delayed by about 7 hours. d'oh. damn clock.))

Morning In Town Deliveries

[jacks-roses.livejournal.com]

Delivered to the Echolls Residence, attention Jake Gavin (courier_gavin).
( For Jake: )

Delivered to the Sheldon residence, attention Phoebe Halliwell (future_visions).
( For Phoebe: )

Delivered to the Sheldon residence, attention Jayne Cobb (jayne_serenity).
( For Jayne: )

Sunday Morning, later

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

She walks back home. Mass was cancelled. She walks down Revello to Apocalypse and north to the park. She might even get back to cook breakfast for Ten and Jack before they wake up...


((unless you stop her to chat!! Specifically passing Theodore Logan's house, Pandora's Box, The Magic Cupboard, Cavanaugh Residence, the Kwik Stop, Kate's house, Phale's book shop, and the lower half of the park.))

Red is sort of but not really open today

[http://users.livejournal.com/_red_xiii_/]

Yawning, Red padded down the stairs. He was awoken by two hungry cubs and after feeding them, decided sleeping in wasn't going to happen. Some correspondance needed to be done and an order placed for supplies and business usually put off for the week was started on diligently while the cubs raced up and down the stairs between the flat and the shop in a noisy game of chase and tag.



((ooc: Player has laundry duty today and might start off slow in responding.))

At the Church: Mass is cancelled

[mannybianco.livejournal.com]

Manny walks down the street, accompanied by two nuns.

He posts a notice to the board which stands outside the church:

Our Lady of Craggy Island Roman Catholich Church Mass this morning is cancelled. There might be Mass tonight.

Manny and the nuns head towards Clonrichert Fell. This ancient hillside, a meeting-place for druids and wiccans for the last three and a half thousand years, is today witness to a curious scene. The elderly priest, reeking of cheap alcohol and furniture polish, frolics freely on the grassy slopes. The young man, cheerful of aspect but firm of demeanour, strides purposefully to the foot of the hill and sends the nuns forth, one to his left and one to his right. He passes a hand through his long, sparse hair and watches his quarry keenly. A bystander would hear snatches of instructions from the figure at the foot of the hill: "come by", "easy", "walk on". The nuns approach the older priest from the higher ground, one on each side. Just before the quarry bolts, a long firm whistle lances out from the younger man and the nuns drop to all fours, poised to move at the slightest command. The elderly priest edges downhill, and the young man smiles grimly. The outrun had been flawless, and the lift had been good enough. He'd have the priest penned before sundown.

Junkyard (Sunday Morning)

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

Sam breathed in the slightly less than autumn-fresh air as she approached the junkyard. Her homework was done, Daniel was back (and humiliating himself in fine style, as was appropriate), and she could think of almost no better way to spend her lazy Sunday than by rebuilding the Harley she and John had found.

She climbed over discarded automotive parts, refrigerators, stoves, a sink and what appeared to be an infinite amount of tires until she reached her destination. She knelt down in front of the motorcycle and ran her hand along the exhaust pipe. Rust flakes fell to the ground in the wake of her motion, but she was already visualizing the shiny chrome.

"Right, then. Let's get to work."



ooc: Please feel free to harass her/join in!

Sunday Specials

[pflag-mom-deb.livejournal.com]

The Chalkboard readsL:

Sunday Supper

Swiss Steak with garlic mashed potatoes, string beans and carrots, hot rolls

Sunday Supper Vegetable Soup, salad, hot rolls

Dessert:
Cherry pie
Chocolate Meringue pie
Black Forest Cake
Black Forest Brownies

In the Park, Sunday

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

Feeling much better about things after his chat with CJ, Aziraphale opens up the shop and then goes to sit on his favorite bench in the park. The sign on the door of the shop reads:

OPEN
Please feel free to browse.
The Proprietor can be found in the park.

A. Phale

Browsers inside in the shop will find a hot pot of tea and a plate of homemade biscuits sitting the counter, with a note that reads "Please help yourself".

Sunday outside Amber House... [locked to Shane, Geoff and Kate - NFB!]

[shane-mcc.livejournal.com]

Shane hadn't explored the grounds of Amber House much since she'd moved in. Pretty much all she knew was from what Deirdre had told her. Feeling pensive, Shane had taken a walk around the place. Funny how it was all one place, one building, but apparently some parts of it were in entirely different dimensions, completely separate from others.

Off to one side of the house, towards the end of the property, Shane had been surprised to find an old bench swing hanging from the sturdy branch of one of the large trees. Smiling to herself, Shane had decided that she'd settle down out there one afternoon, have a beer, relax and watch the world go by.

Sunday evenings were good for doing things just like that. So that's where you'd find her right now. Stretched out on the bench with a six pack of beer and her cigarettes easily to hand, swaying lazily to and fro.




[ooc: Come play with me - stop by and say hello!]

[oocps: Hopefully Deirdre doesn't mind too terribly my taking liberties with Amber House like this... but, the way I figure it? It's such a southern thing and we are in Virginia, after all...]

Sunday Night

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

She walks back to the church, since the sign said they might hold Mass tonight. Looking like it isn't going to happen, she heads back through town, window shopping, and trying to not think about Jack, Drusilla, or what a sad, pathetic victim she's become since she moved to this town.



((Anyone...please play with me!))

The Emporium -- Sunday afternoon

[bens-mikey.livejournal.com]

After sleeping in far longer than he'd expected, Michael finally decides to open the store for a while. Maybe he'd snag a few customers.

((ooc: sorry, been a long, tough day for Mikey-mun. Didn't have much time or will to play until now.))

In the Park, Saturday Afternoon

[geoff-chaucer.livejournal.com]

Geoff and Paige can be seen strolling in the park, her arm in his.

[EDIT: Anyone who's around and doesn't want this to turn into just a cute Geoff-and-Paige kissy-face thread is welcome to jump in, ya know.]

Sunday night

[jayne-serenity.livejournal.com]

*Knocks on Pheobe's door*

Ya wanted to talk to me girl?

outside a half built hotel...

[frank-apple.livejournal.com]

*Frank goes to get clothes out of his car, where hes been keeping all his belongings since leaving the Apple*

Its starting to get cold, and he will look forward to when the furnature is delivered*

Trip to the police station and walkabout.

[medusae-x.livejournal.com]

Memories of her psychotic episode filtering through to her conscious mind as the chemical restraints flush out of her system entirely, Duce winces and realizes she's destroyed a piece of public property.

Biting the bullet, she heads into the town's police station to make amends for it. ((ooc: hey, if you're a cop, feel free to jump in!))

After she pays reparation for the poor bench she'd destroyed, Duce goes walkabout, checking out the new stores that've sprung up.

Yet another shift at Perkolator...

[kinneybrian.livejournal.com]

Brian tiredly walks into the bar. He just had enough time to finish this weeks`s homework. He doesnt feel exactly enthusiastic at the moment, but you just gotta do what you gotta do. And Brian almost always does what`s expected of him. Almost.

Outside the Perkolator, Late Sunday

[names-ash.livejournal.com]

::Bad Ash sits at a table, sipping a double expresso::

::He appears to be shuffling a deck of cards one handed, while holding his drink in the other::

::He looks around for victims easy marks someone to talk to::

[ooc: This is an open invitation, folks. Just be warned. He's weird.]